We'd searched nearly everywhere. It felt like years. In reality it had only been a few months. It seemed like the search only brought up more questions as we tried to figure out the answer. The Doctor and I searched throughout the pockets of the universe. We found nothing. Not a single scrap of evidence that my people even existed to begin with. No gravestone, no pictures, no scriptures, no buildings or ruins. Not even a drop of blood. I had nearly given up so many times, I did give up many times. The Doctor always let me think for myself. When I gave up, we traveled like we normally did. When I wanted to search again he helped me read through books and go to locations that could have clues.

At one point I forgot why he was even there. It just happened, like I'd just woken up and didn't know what anything was. The Doctor was stuck with me whether I wanted him there or whether he wanted to be there or not. I began to think that maybe felt like I did at one point. Desperate to really know if he was the last, if there really was no one else. And maybe at one point he did feel like that. If he ever did feel like that again, I would be there. Because he was there for me. It wasn't anything romantic, it was just something that happened.

I decided that I'd search however long it took me to learn the truth. The Doctor warned me, told me that the truth wasn't for everyone. I knew that but it helped to hear someone say it to me. We continued, seeing sights and looking for the Gray. Until, we found them.

"Doctor," I sighed and stared at the ceiling.

"Yeah?" The Doctor replied and kept his eyes on the console.

I hummed, "I don't think there's anything better than this."

He smiled and flipped a switch, "We're almost at the pocket. One of the toughest to land in so far."

The TARDIS shook as she slipped her way into the dip in the universe. A very rough landing, as usual. We opened the door and stepped out. It wasn't like the other pockets, not like an untouched oasis. Other pockets felt like you were stepping into a lush jungle or even a huge apartment complex. This one felt cold and looked to hold barely any life.

"This is different." I took a step forward.

The floor reflected the ceiling and the ceiling was the universe, and the walls seemed to exist only when you looked at them. I breathed in the air, it was like any other air that I'd breathed in. And there wasn't anything unusual that I could feel. But it was cold, a cold that sunk in your bones and would never leave.

The Doctor walked with me, "Well, this certainly is interesting."

I broke into a grin and shouted, "Hello?"

I heard footsteps, light and airy footsteps. A figure rounded the corner, basically appearing out of nowhere, they wore a clean, white cloak and clothes that seemed to be everchanging. They were like a ghost, they did exist but at the same time they didn't. Like the one book in the TARDIS library. Or maybe even like me when I went nonexistent.

"Hello." They replied as they stood in front of us, at the other end of the room.

The Doctor waved, "Hi, we're looking for a certain species. Similar to Time Lords, haven't been named, been in hiding for a few thousand years."

They didn't move, "We know what you're looking for."

I nodded, "Great! So you can help us then?"

"Follow." They turned around and walked away from us.

I shrugged at the Doctor and followed. The Doctor seemed to be enjoying the moment. Well, this was better than any of our other searches so far. Though, the mysterious, white cloak seemed to give off some suspicious flags.

We walked into a room like the one from earlier, except as soon as we stepped a door seemed to appear and lock us up. I turned around and glared at the cloaked figure.

"What is this?" I asked with a demanding voice.

The figure faced me, "They are not ready to meet you."

I felt a growl grow in my throat, "My people, right? Why have you locked us in a cage?"

"This is not a cage," the figure tilted its head, "it is only what you think it is."

"An abstract room?" The Doctor asked.

"You will be escorted shortly," the figure bowed slightly and then walked away.

I slammed my hand against the wall. An abstract room would also mean that we could just think our way out.

"Doctor, think really hard for me." I looked into his eyes.

He smiled, "This is not just an abstract room, Charls. It's amazing! It can only become the first thing you think of and nothing else."

I frowned, "So we can't get out?"

He shrugged, "Well, the creature from earlier said that we'd be escorted soon."

"I don't trust that," I glanced behind me.

The Doctor's eyebrow furrowed, "Is there something wrong?"

"No." I shook my head, "I can't feel anything. That's what's wrong. There's nothing here."

"I suppose that is strange." The Doctor hummed.

I sighed and ran my hand along the wall. It did seem to only exist once I touched it but it didn't change when I forced myself to think it was something else. It was just a wall that did exist until it did. It wasn't a small room, more like a lounge or waiting room. At one point I found a chair but it kept disappearing so we weren't able to sit down. The Doctor started to scan the room with his sonic screwdriver but didn't find anything that the sonic could identify.

"I wonder why that thing said that they weren't ready to meet us." I tapped my fingers on the watch, fiddling with the words displayed on the face.

The Doctor sighed, "They know why we're here. If they're anything like the Time Lords - they like to watch. Like television or a play."

"Still don't like plays," I joked.

The Doctor smiled, "Really?"

I laughed softly, "They're nice, just not for me."

I put my finger over my mouth once I heard a light footstep again. I glanced towards what I assumed to be the door. There wasn't a noise of jingling of keys or a click turning lock. The door simply didn't exist anymore and the white cloaked figure walked into the room.

"Follow." It said and walked away.

We hurried after it, not really knowing what was happening.

"Do you think they look human?" I whispered while we walked.

The Doctor looked at me sideways, "Why do you suppose that?"

I hummed, "Well, you look human."

"It's not like I chose to look like this." The Doctor defended.

"Do you think they can?" I asked.

"Well, if they can unlock abstract rooms I guess that they can do whatever they want to," he speculated.

I frowned again, "No one should be able to do whatever they want."

"Time Lords could," the Doctor pointed out.

"But they didn't," I argued.

The Doctor laughed softly, "They didn't get a chance to."

I glanced at his eyes, "Should my people get a chance to?"

The Doctor avoided my gaze.

"I'll take your silence as a no," I looked back to the cloaked figure.

"No person should have full control of time and space. There are laws, Charls," the Doctor reminded me.

"I know. That's why I'm here to stop you from breaking the law." I reminded him back, "We both need someone around to stop us."

"But are the two of us enough to stop each other?" The Doctor asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked in a louder voice than I intended.

"I just meant whether or not you'd be able to stop me and I'd be able to stop you." The Doctor said casually.

I felt a little anger growing in my chest, "Doctor, what are you saying?"

He took a breath, "You're too like me. What if...what if one day you agree with me? What if one day we can't stop?"

I stopped walking and glared at him.

"You're doing it again."

"What?" The Doctor stopped a little in front of me.

I shook my head, "It can wait until later."

I walked past the Doctor, resisting the urge to bump his shoulder when I passed him.

"What?" The Doctor asked and hurried after me, "What'd I do?"

I didn't look at him and kept walking.